The Windhover
Light soft
breeze, he faces the West.
Ruffled
feathers stationary, hovering still.
Patience
personified, he waits for the probable guest.
Lavender
evening meets lilac heath,
Enters a
chill in the turbulent air.
Unsuspecting
visitor scurries beneath.
Violet
clouds hide violent ending.
Flashes of
another hue streak down
Beyond
gravity hidden, blending.
Bright eyes,
nimble agile bird of prey
The Kestrel
shivers and glides away.
By Linda Prince
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